Lines, vines, and trying contrasts without pants

I'm just going to go ahead and ruin it for ya'll. The next time you watch the movie "Letters to Juliet," please note all of the extras in every scene wearing green/teal pants. Literally, all of the people are wearing green pants. 

Why? 

To contrast with the wine-red building façades. 

What does my photo below lack? The contrast of a living and not dormant vine. 

Calling anyone with green pants...

Dulce de leche

What is the melting point of Dulce de leche? 

Answer: My heart

Scalding away my hypothermia

Well, that was the best two-minute scalding hot water trickling at a slow drip shower I've had in a long time. 

You go Argentina! 

last viernes noche

Whenever people in Córdoba, Argentina say they are going out in the evening for a small, quiet gathering, you know to bring your phone charger and the number of a remis and then cancel any plans  until the next afternoon. 

While at this quiet gathering, you would then proceed to sample the local food and drink while casually avoiding any photos, although extreme photo bombing is acceptable.

It might be 20 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but there is a nice glowing feeling inside with the small and quiet cluster of people - the warmest you've been in two weeks.

As far as dancing the local dance, men always take the lead - which is for the best when you don't know how to dance at all, or are a little confused by all of the Andean pipe music and house lights that are on. 

My least favorite thing to do is smoke. My least least favorite thing to do is second-hand smoke. 

Como se dice "Swing-dancing the Tango."

And that one time I walked 25 cuadros along Rafael Nuñez in the cold because I got off the bus too late. 

Siesta fiesta

So that whole siesta thing isn't to be taken lightly. Literally everything except the buses shut down for at least four hours in the afternoon. I got out of class early one afternoon and decided to knock out all of my errands while I had the free time, to which I discovered that I was in a ghost town of sleeping people. I didn't know what to do, until someone suggested that I just take a nap. "But what about all of the things I have to get done?!" 

No te preocupes. 

Let's just say that it really only took me one week to adjust to this kind of schedule. This way of life. We'll see how long I can keep this up.

Cuando en Córdoba

"Cuándo en Córdoba!" seems to be our go-to phrase whenever we do anything different from what we're used to. As in, eating 15 empanadas. As in, dancing until 5am on the weekends. As in, walking 15 additional blocks because you got off the bus too early. As in, eating Dulce de Leche with a spoon every morning because you can. As in, always getting lost and over-committing to social engagements of taking Mate. As in kissing everyone you say hello to on the cheek. 

Cuándo en Córdoba!

I want some MALK

I decided that I needed milk in my coffee. I went to the mini-supermercado y then proceeded to peruse the 10 different kinds of milk I could buy. 

Just think about all of the different milk options in Walmart - each slightly differing from the other, but like I said, only slightly.

I will still never know what kind of milk I ended up getting, but it does taste like milk.

And then that milk expired three days ago, and I'm still drinking it because that is what we do here. Food regulations are applied loosely.